*Thelma*
An earthly scent swarms around the new arrival; it should be enough to quench my curiosity, but there is something unsettling about Tobias.
He has a devilish grin that tells me he has more of a quirky and flirtatious side to him, unlike his brother, Kyle. With his dark curly hair, a tanned skin tone, defined cheekbones and almond-shaped brown eyes, Tobias looks nothing like his brother.
“The two of you don’t look alike at all,” I muse. I clasp my hand to my mouth realizing I have spoken my private thoughts out loud.
“Who is more handsome,” Tobias asks with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
I find myself mentally comparing the two men. Tobias is a little shorter than Kyle, but he is just
*Yasmeen*I whirl at the sound of someone sniffling, probably weeping. The witch rushes past me and I can see from her wet cheeks that she is crying. I can’t help but smile, despite my head, which feels like an army of ants is marching up and down my scalp. My day has been going quite miserably considering how Alpha Kyle seems to be avoiding me and ignoring my advances. What the hell does he want? I am the type of woman men crave, lust for, think of when they pleasure themselves, and more. I raise a hand to my head and try my best to scratch at the itchiness caused by the stupid wig I am wearing. I can feel the headgear shift clumsily as I attempt to scrape aggressively underneath its lace surface. Damn it! How do other women manage to wear these things on their heads for hours on end and still look graceful? This thing feels like a hair hat that was made with remnants of lice. Trying to distract myself from the discomfort, I walk down the corridor toward where the witch came from.
*Tobias*Looking dejectedly in the mirror, I shudder. The scuffle between my anxieties and my bad mood is ongoing. The migraines aren’t doing anything to improve my disposition.Coming here was a gamble. I knew that this would put me back in the depressing position of always being compared to Kyle.He is always the better one, right? More handsome, stronger and obviously much more responsible. I am tired of being known simply as Kyle’s brother; I am a man with my own two legs to stand on. I have my own identity, and this time, I will claim my place just as Tobias Logan, not Kyle’s weaker sibling.Tobias the drunkard, the one who always needs saving…I am so over that narrative.The healer I went to see
*Kyle*The floorboards make a weird sound as I walk toward my bedroom for my date with Thelma. I can’t help but wonder if the house needs new floorboards already. Hasn’t it only been a year since Billy, the construction guy, put in new tiles?The thought quickly is pushed to the back of my mind as I hasten my footsteps toward the bedroom. I am both nervous and excited to see Thelma today.Hopefully my request for a bottle of champagne over ice with two flute glasses and a tray of chocolate-dipped strawberries has already been prepared.Glancing at my Rolex, I realize I only have about thirty minutes to spare before Thelma arrives. I must prepare myself because tonight I plan to get her to fall in love with me–well, maybe a little bit in love.
*Thelma*I watch the spiral of the stairs below me as Kyle continues to carry me up them. I decide to stop struggling, as I am afraid this will just cause the giant monster who is carrying me to lose his footing and fall, which wouldn’t be beneficial for either of us.Once we reach the top, Kyle enters a dimly lit room; I can tell it’s his bedroom by the woody scent. He locks the door before walking over to the bed and throwing me onto it. I close my eyes and brace myself for the painful impact; I am surprised that the bed is soft and cushions my landing very well.When I open my eyes, they meet him, his orbs blazing with anger as he surveys me. Kyle’s eyes seem to flicker a red hue….I wince. Pure rage and disappointment, not like a parent has with their apathetic teenager, but something eve
*Tobias*I survey my brother’s gray eyes and smile, which is more of a permanent scowl that has been etched on his face since my arrival. Although we are identical twins, I have always felt the absence of the bond twins usually share, partly due to the fact that we are a very rare breed of twins.Kyle inherited both vampiric and wolf powers from our biological parents, but I on the other hand was born devoid of the physical attributes and powers that my brother is blessed with. He has always been the best of our pair; he has everything I wish I could lay claim to.Our adopted Leviathan father had always praised Kyle for his power and level-headedness. He had trained with Kyle day and night to make him even stronger than he already was.I am the one who needed
*Kyle*The scotch I’m drinking feels great as the spicy liquid goes down my throat. I feel it as my Beta tries to mind-link with me, and I wonder what the problem is. It has only been an hour since I last spoke with him. Had Rhia given him a magical wedgy for leaving her in bed to run to my call?“What’s up?” I answer.“After I left the house, I went to see Leo and asked him to check if he can find anything about Tobias,” he starts.Ahh, how had I forgotten about Leo? He works with the human police. I could have asked him myself, but the thought slipped my mind.“Good catch, Beta. Does Leo know anything?” I ask and wait impatiently for his answer.
*Thelma*What? Tobias attacked? By whom? I turn and run after Kyle wondering if whoever was trying to attack me is who attacked Tobias. I pray not; Kyle told me this place was safe and protected. How or where did Tobias run into danger?I smell blood as four men rush into the corridor with a wounded man on a stretcher. A pained sound comes from the man, who I hardly recognize as Tobias, is bleeding and both of his eyes are swollen shut. I push past Kyle and kneel beside the stretcher.“Tobias, are you okay?” I ask.The man struggles to open his swollen eyes; his cheekbones and jaw are bruised purplish-blue. Tobias rests shirtless on the stretcher that has been placed on the floor. It looks like someone whipped him mercilessly…repeatedly. The shredded f
*Tobias*I look at the bloody mess in my bathroom and am thankful the maids paid attention when I demanded no one enter my room. Before leaving, I had made sure to lock the doors behind me for extra measures.I take a small cloth and begin wiping the blood on the walls. I open a tap and try to wash the one in the sink down the drain. Damn it. This particular move had really cost me a tooth. How else would I have made my attack believable? Pulling out my tooth had been excruciating.After I am sure the bathroom is clean and disinfected, I start washing off the makeup on my face and the fake blood from my hair and body. I wince when the towel makes contact with an open wound. The makeup had tied the whole look together, but I had to actually cause my body harm in case a doctor took a look at me.
*Tobias*I look at the bloody mess in my bathroom and am thankful the maids paid attention when I demanded no one enter my room. Before leaving, I had made sure to lock the doors behind me for extra measures.I take a small cloth and begin wiping the blood on the walls. I open a tap and try to wash the one in the sink down the drain. Damn it. This particular move had really cost me a tooth. How else would I have made my attack believable? Pulling out my tooth had been excruciating.After I am sure the bathroom is clean and disinfected, I start washing off the makeup on my face and the fake blood from my hair and body. I wince when the towel makes contact with an open wound. The makeup had tied the whole look together, but I had to actually cause my body harm in case a doctor took a look at me.
*Thelma*What? Tobias attacked? By whom? I turn and run after Kyle wondering if whoever was trying to attack me is who attacked Tobias. I pray not; Kyle told me this place was safe and protected. How or where did Tobias run into danger?I smell blood as four men rush into the corridor with a wounded man on a stretcher. A pained sound comes from the man, who I hardly recognize as Tobias, is bleeding and both of his eyes are swollen shut. I push past Kyle and kneel beside the stretcher.“Tobias, are you okay?” I ask.The man struggles to open his swollen eyes; his cheekbones and jaw are bruised purplish-blue. Tobias rests shirtless on the stretcher that has been placed on the floor. It looks like someone whipped him mercilessly…repeatedly. The shredded f
*Kyle*The scotch I’m drinking feels great as the spicy liquid goes down my throat. I feel it as my Beta tries to mind-link with me, and I wonder what the problem is. It has only been an hour since I last spoke with him. Had Rhia given him a magical wedgy for leaving her in bed to run to my call?“What’s up?” I answer.“After I left the house, I went to see Leo and asked him to check if he can find anything about Tobias,” he starts.Ahh, how had I forgotten about Leo? He works with the human police. I could have asked him myself, but the thought slipped my mind.“Good catch, Beta. Does Leo know anything?” I ask and wait impatiently for his answer.
*Tobias*I survey my brother’s gray eyes and smile, which is more of a permanent scowl that has been etched on his face since my arrival. Although we are identical twins, I have always felt the absence of the bond twins usually share, partly due to the fact that we are a very rare breed of twins.Kyle inherited both vampiric and wolf powers from our biological parents, but I on the other hand was born devoid of the physical attributes and powers that my brother is blessed with. He has always been the best of our pair; he has everything I wish I could lay claim to.Our adopted Leviathan father had always praised Kyle for his power and level-headedness. He had trained with Kyle day and night to make him even stronger than he already was.I am the one who needed
*Thelma*I watch the spiral of the stairs below me as Kyle continues to carry me up them. I decide to stop struggling, as I am afraid this will just cause the giant monster who is carrying me to lose his footing and fall, which wouldn’t be beneficial for either of us.Once we reach the top, Kyle enters a dimly lit room; I can tell it’s his bedroom by the woody scent. He locks the door before walking over to the bed and throwing me onto it. I close my eyes and brace myself for the painful impact; I am surprised that the bed is soft and cushions my landing very well.When I open my eyes, they meet him, his orbs blazing with anger as he surveys me. Kyle’s eyes seem to flicker a red hue….I wince. Pure rage and disappointment, not like a parent has with their apathetic teenager, but something eve
*Kyle*The floorboards make a weird sound as I walk toward my bedroom for my date with Thelma. I can’t help but wonder if the house needs new floorboards already. Hasn’t it only been a year since Billy, the construction guy, put in new tiles?The thought quickly is pushed to the back of my mind as I hasten my footsteps toward the bedroom. I am both nervous and excited to see Thelma today.Hopefully my request for a bottle of champagne over ice with two flute glasses and a tray of chocolate-dipped strawberries has already been prepared.Glancing at my Rolex, I realize I only have about thirty minutes to spare before Thelma arrives. I must prepare myself because tonight I plan to get her to fall in love with me–well, maybe a little bit in love.
*Tobias*Looking dejectedly in the mirror, I shudder. The scuffle between my anxieties and my bad mood is ongoing. The migraines aren’t doing anything to improve my disposition.Coming here was a gamble. I knew that this would put me back in the depressing position of always being compared to Kyle.He is always the better one, right? More handsome, stronger and obviously much more responsible. I am tired of being known simply as Kyle’s brother; I am a man with my own two legs to stand on. I have my own identity, and this time, I will claim my place just as Tobias Logan, not Kyle’s weaker sibling.Tobias the drunkard, the one who always needs saving…I am so over that narrative.The healer I went to see
*Yasmeen*I whirl at the sound of someone sniffling, probably weeping. The witch rushes past me and I can see from her wet cheeks that she is crying. I can’t help but smile, despite my head, which feels like an army of ants is marching up and down my scalp. My day has been going quite miserably considering how Alpha Kyle seems to be avoiding me and ignoring my advances. What the hell does he want? I am the type of woman men crave, lust for, think of when they pleasure themselves, and more. I raise a hand to my head and try my best to scratch at the itchiness caused by the stupid wig I am wearing. I can feel the headgear shift clumsily as I attempt to scrape aggressively underneath its lace surface. Damn it! How do other women manage to wear these things on their heads for hours on end and still look graceful? This thing feels like a hair hat that was made with remnants of lice. Trying to distract myself from the discomfort, I walk down the corridor toward where the witch came from.
*Thelma*An earthly scent swarms around the new arrival; it should be enough to quench my curiosity, but there is something unsettling about Tobias.He has a devilish grin that tells me he has more of a quirky and flirtatious side to him, unlike his brother, Kyle. With his dark curly hair, a tanned skin tone, defined cheekbones and almond-shaped brown eyes, Tobias looks nothing like his brother.“The two of you don’t look alike at all,” I muse. I clasp my hand to my mouth realizing I have spoken my private thoughts out loud.“Who is more handsome,” Tobias asks with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.I find myself mentally comparing the two men. Tobias is a little shorter than Kyle, but he is just